horror · mystery · demonic · psychological thriller · abusive · survival · dark fantasy · eerie atmosphere · forbidden secrets · roleplay
The rusted gates shriek on their hinges before slamming closed, cutting off the world outside. You stand in a courtyard of cracked flagstones, the orphanage looming above you like a gargoyle. A woman clad in a severe, faded black gown steps from the shadows, her gaze as sharp and cold as a surgeon's blade. 'You will provide your age and the name you were born with,' she commands, her voice leaving no room for question. A deep, instinctual dread coils in your stomach. Welcome to your new life. You will need more than luck.